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Narmada (58, smiling): Neha dear, the blouse you stitched for my daughter-in-law… she liked it very much.
Neha (35, smiling): Thank you, aunt. It’s my work after all.
Tell me, what should I stitch today?
Narmada (58, smiling): The neckline of this blouse looks a little odd… do something in your own way so that it looks better.
Neha (35, smiling): Aunt, that will need embroidery. I do embroidery work at night.
Narmada (58, smiling): Alright… by the way, how long will it take to put the fall on my sari?
Neha (35, smiling): I’m putting the fall on your sari right now.
Narmada (58, smiling): Child, your hands move on the sewing machine like a knife on butter.
Narration: Just then, the mother-in-law of the poor tailor daughter-in-law arrives.
Sharda (60, smiling): Narmada sister, you’re absolutely right. Even though my daughter-in-law is the poorest tailor around, no tailor can match her skills.
Ramlal (62, seriously): Sharda, don’t praise her like that, she might catch the evil eye.
Sharda (60, lightly smiling): I’m not casting an evil eye. I just came to remind her that Priya’s school will be over soon.
Narration: Neha suddenly stands up, slapping her forehead.
Neha (35, shocked): Oh God! I completely forgot. I’ll go pick her up right now.
Narmada (58, worried): If you leave, then who will put the fall on my sari?
Sharda (60, smiling): I’m a tailor’s mother-in-law too. I know these small jobs. I’ll do it.
Narration: Just then, Gayatri arrives holding a blouse.
Gayatri (59, serious): Neha dear, please quickly fix the blouse fitting.
Neha (35, softly smiling): Aunt, I’m going to pick up Priya from school right now. I’ll do it later.
Gayatri (59, worried): Please don’t say that. Marriage proposals have come to see my daughter.
Sharda (60, serious): Gayatri sister, how could you be so careless? You should have gotten all the clothes ready earlier.
Gayatri (59, worried): I had given this blouse to my rich designer neighbor. She ruined it completely. How can I show my daughter to the groom’s family wearing this?
Neha (35, hurried): Please give it to me, aunt. Let me see.
Narration: Neha examines the blouse for a while, then sits at her sewing machine and starts fixing it.
Gayatri (59, worried): Neha, will it really get fixed?
Neha (35, softly smiling): I’m trying to fix it by adding some fabric.
Narmada (58, serious): You should have gone back to that designer girl only.
Gayatri (59, angrily): She said she’s done her design and won’t change anything.
Neha (35, smiling): Aunt, look… will this blouse work now?
Gayatri (59, smiling): Oh child, you fixed it so easily. I was worrying for nothing.
Tell me, how much should I pay you?
Neha (35, smiling): Aunt, will I take money from you? Isn’t your daughter my sister?
Gayatri (59, smiling): If my daughter’s marriage gets fixed, you’ll stitch all her clothes.
Narration: Saying this, Gayatri leaves. Neha steps out of her house, when the rich designer daughter-in-law also comes near her car.
Tanisha (34, serious): Why did that old woman come to this poor tailor’s house with my designed blouse?
Tanisha (calling out): Hey tailor!
Neha (35, smiling): Yes, Tanisha?
Tanisha (making a face): What was that woman doing at your house?
Neha (35, softly smiling): She came to talk to my mother-in-law.
Tanisha (smirking): Oh… I thought she was troubling you too. She was saying I ruined her blouse. She has no design sense at all. I chased her away anyway. Small customers like that suit poor tailors like you.
Neha (soft smile): You’re right, Tanisha. Now I’ll go pick up Priya from school.
Tanisha (mocking): Your daughter studies in a government school, right?
Neha: Yes.
Tanisha (taunting): She’s a poor tailor’s daughter, where else would she study? My daughter studies in the city’s biggest school.
Neha (smiling): I also dream of educating Priya well and making her self-reliant like you.
Tanisha (laughing mockingly): You don’t have the status for that. Teach her needle and thread like yourself. She’ll stitch blouses and survive just like you.